14125/Cat and Queen

Cat and Queen
Date of Scene:	13 February 2023
Location:	Recreation Room
Synopsis:	Catseye snags cookies from Franklin Richards and talks with Emma in the evening until she gets bored and wanders off.
Cast of Characters:	Emma Frost, Franklin Richards, Sharon Smith

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Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost is curretnly settled over in the recreation room. Previously having been used by those indulging in Super Bowl festivities, now it's rather quiet. Still mostly a mess, but quiet. Emma Frost currently has a book that she's reading through. Collected Poems of Lord Byron. Someone's going for something rather heavy this eve it might seem.
    IT's quiet, she has some wine, and is enjoying the time as no doubt others are engaging in fireworks outside.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Today he finally returned to the school after getting a chance to return to the Baxtor building. So he is in a fresh pair of Fantastic four merchandise from head to toe. His jacket, black and blue with a 4 on the back, his shirt, which was Sue today, even pants that were black and blue. is shoes followed the color pattern though they didn't have a four on them as in his hands he had two boxes. Inside those were sugar cookies shapped like little fours, as he had made them himself. He knew how to make some good cookies, so he often brought them when he came to the school.

After sneaking in as just means coming in as quietly as he could not wanting to disturb anyone he had expected them to be there for when they came back in from the fireworks they would spot. So he is currently quietly tip-toeing across the front after making obvious noises with the door. He had a grin on his face as he thought they would be so surprised.. who put these here? Why are they shaped like fours? he thinks of the questions with a quiet chuckle.

Emma Frost has posed:
Book pushed over to the side now, Emma Frost would glance over at Franklin, "Ah, Mister Richards. What brings you about?" The oft used book of poetry is closed and pressed to the side, where it will likely end back in Xi'an's library before the archivist goes on a killing spree for it having been taken from her sanctum.

"I take it that your family's spectrum has not been as catastrophic as it can occasionally be by reputation. Or is something else the matter?" The CEO goes to fold her fingers together while waiting for a reply, moving ot push the mostly empty bottle of wine over to the side to see what had him afoot.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Timing was everything, and Catseye was apparently terrible at timing. She finally emerged from her room to join the festivities, surprisingly in human form! It wasn't rare to see a four legged black cat meandering around campus, but to see the same mutant, furless and on two legs was exceptionally rare. It was hard to say what kept her from making it to the festive event on time, whether it was nerves, oversleeping, or spending too much time picking out an outfit and doing her hair. The last reason seemed the least likely, since her outfit looked like someone fired a shotgun filled random clothes at her, and her purple hair was flying out in every possible direction it could.

Sharon did her own quiet entry not far behind Franklin. She could have greeted the pair, but after a brief analysis of the mess left by the earlier gathering, chose to find the tallest plastic cup left behind and push it off of its perch. The thing clattered hopelessly to the floor, sending a spray of whatever drink was still left in its hold to splatter on the floor. She proudly concluded her action with a single, "Hah" of amusement. The room was already a mess, so at least her destructive tendencies didn't change much of the aesthetic.

Franklin Richards has posed:
As he is cought he freezes.. Sure he was just old enough to drink, but still getting cought sneaking through the hallways brought old habits. "Miss Frost.. oh.. Heeey." he smiles a bit thinking about what to say, after a momement of thinking of why not to tell her the truth he just does. "I was bringing some cookies.." he looks down at them.. "I got them at the store.. and umm thought people would like them." he didn't he had actually made them himself, and while not difficult he had not told anyone he was the one who made them.

He still looked a little bruised, though the black eye had gone down to one of those dull browns around the edge. It had healed a bit from when he was here fencing the other day. as he stops to consider the second thing. "No.." he stops watching Sharon enter the room, and push over a plastic cup then looks back at Emma with a confused look though doesn't say anything it was not the wierdest thing he had seen in this house. "This is my disquise so no-one reconises me.. No member of the fantasitic four would be cought in these so people often think I am someone else." and smiles a bit with a nod.^

With a sigh he adds, "But you cought me.. do you want a cookie?" he asks as he holds them with one hand and opens the top one to display. "I need to bring the other box to the kitchen, but maybe we can keep one out here."

Emma Frost has posed:
The approach of Sharon is noted over by the rather eclectic concoction that the girl had pressed into what could disingeniously be called 'accessorizing' and then her care over when it came to finding the highest thing that had not been cleaned up over to send it toppling down to the ground. She would smile ever so brightly.

"Sharon! It's been awhile. How have your studies been going? I'm sorry for having not checked in on you." Since when did Emma Frost show actual affection for someone? That would perhpas stand out over to Franklin based upon what he knew of her, perhaps.

Emma Frost would glance over at Franklin, "So, is this something that I should know about for the holiday festivities or the coming destruction and economic collapse that I should be aware of so I can sell my shares appropriately? Or are you going to end up summoning some sort of eldritch abomination that I should be alerting someone that's more specialized in dealing with them?" She would look over at Sharon over with approval.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith walked close enough to look over Franklin's shoulder. She reached out with two hands, both sealed in a single, knitted mitten. Apparently her clothes shotgun only had one mitten. She casually stole one of the cookies, and then thought better of herself and stole a second. Two cookies were far better than one.

She wasn't going to win the prize for best dressed, but at least she had the etiquette to show up *with* clothes on. Sadly, that etiquette didn't extend to talking with her mouth full as she gave a muffled, crumb spitting murmur in response to her question, having took as large of a bite out of the two four-shaped cookies as her mouth would allow. The response was entirely unintelligible. A bit of chewing allowed her to communicate slightly better, deciding "Errrich abormorrorsh" She bumbled out, simply picking the reference she didn't know. It sounded more interesting than worrying about economic shares.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin looks down as Emma talks to him and says quietly, "No Eldritch abominations this time.. fine." and smiles just a little bit. "No, I just thought it would be nice. I know the kids like the cookies, and well.. they don't have someone to make it for them so.." he just shrugs a bit embaressed. So what he took time out of his schedule to cook for some people at a school, so... went through his mind as he just quietly stood there. "It has been a tough week, and it helps me take my mind off of things ya know." he nods a bit still looking down.

Setting one of the boxes down minue two cookies, he brings the other to the Kitchen, and heads back just as quickly putting them in a spot Kitty told him to one of the times he was here before. Walking back out he looked at Sharon, and Emma adding. "I don't mean to be amy trouble." he adds, "Also I don't know about your shares, but if your buying I have heard Hydra has been moving a lot more into shell companies so be careful." though he thought he would need the paperwork to explain it properly.

"Perhaps I should of brought milk with me." he nods as chuckles a bit as he listens to Sharon speak, but does not answer as he isn't sure how much Emma has told others of his powers. He had been here when he was younger, and though he heard of Emma, the strick Emma so just the horror stories of children he did not put much merrit in them as he did not like to guess at things.

Emma Frost has posed:
And Emma Frost goes over to watch at him, "No, it's fine. Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Franklin. I'm sure that they'll be appreciated. In the future there are somewhat simpler ways to achieve delivery. Some things can be sent in by drone. I suppose on a night like tonight you're not going ot have much luck with delivery.. But thank you for your initiative, I'm sure that the studetns will be appreciative of it. So please do feel free to join us."

She would glance over at Sharon and smile, "And ever so lovely as always to see you." Her tone soothing and fond of the girl. "I'm not sure if you've met, this is Sharon. She's had a very rough time." Emma's tone goes somber for a moment. A great deal of why she has so much pride in the girl, stolen cookies and everything. "So, how have your adventures gone?" She would inquire to Catseye. No judgement made of anything from Franklin.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith gave a a menacing glare at Franklin as he spoiled her lie. She even snorted softly at the death of her joke. Luckily, she'd been given cookies, which quickly bought off any hard feelings about dead comedy. They also did a fantastic job of keeping her quiet. Not that Sharon was much of a talker, but cookies kept the quiet girl even quieter, or at least more difficult to understand.

"Elrish Abbominashorn." she said again, patting her chest with her mitten encased hands, as Emma introduced her. It was clearly a lie, but the odd girl seemed keen to try and revive the dead joke, or just keep kicking its dead corpse. She gave a more serious look of consideration as she was asked about her adventures. "Mmm" she speculated, finally having the curtesy to swallow before answering. "I found clothes." she decided with some sense of pride as she lifted a foot to show off one of her mismatched socks.

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin smiles, and looks at the box that he left in here. "Your right of course." he turns and looks at her, "But I kind of like sneaking them in there.. Please don't tell anyone it was me." he looks over at Sharon, and Emma. "I just figure the mystery is fun. There are a couple others that know, but the word hasn't gotten out yet." and he chuckles with a shrug, "Though it isn't that big of a mystery." he reaches pulling up one as it too looked like a 4. and chuckled a bit as he took this one though didn't eat it yet.

Looking over at Sharon he smiles, and nods. "I am Franklin Richards, Fantastic Four member, and deliver of cookies. I also help a bit around here." he smiles, and looks at Emma when he says, "Waste disposal I believe." he ment on missions with the X-Folk as he had helped them a few times even ran into Emma once out there if he remembered.. There was someone with her too at that time.. who was that. Though he doesn't say this part just think about it though shakes the idea out of his head. "It it a pleasure to meet you." he nods to her as it remended him of someone else he had ran into recciently, but he could not for the life of him remember who.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would smile over at Sharon, "Yes, you've clearly been more inquisitive lately. Did you gather them all on your own while you were exploring?" She would speak with amusement in her voice. "And have you found anything else interesting whiel you've been about the school?" Emma had a fondness for the girl over by whatever thier mutual history was. Small or large as it.

"Franklin is a good soul, his family can be.. Rather unique if you've met them. Sharon's only come to the school as of about two years ago. She's rather quiet.. Though I do think that she'll respond to certain things." Apparently cookies and clothing were it so far!

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith tilted her head at being called inquisitive. "They found me." she decided to answer. It gave her a mild a mild alibi to having illicitly 'acquired' her mess of an outfit from other people's clothes. The variety in designs and sizes meant she was either a terrible shopper, or an opportunist. She looked down at the half eaten cookie still in her hand, lifting it. "Cookies." she answered all too obviously. She could have described her day in fewer words than one needs for a haiku.

She pursed her lips at Franklins introduction. She softly Parroted "Fantastic four" thinking for a long moment. "Ok. I will join, but..." She pulled one of her hands from her mitten to hold up all five digits, as though to suggest it would be the 'Fantastic Five' if she'd joined. She then got to the important realization of such a change: "So you need to bring new cookies."

Franklin Richards has posed:
Franklin smiles and nods to Sharon, "I will bring some more next time I visit do not worry, but I think you should stick with Emma." he glances at Emma, and nods. "Maybe the Fantastic 2?" and chuckles again. Thinking about it he looked at Emma again. "But I should be off I don't want them to spot me, but I will be back again soon." he said this with a confidence as if he knew it was going to happen. "It was nice meeting you Sharon." he gives her a nod, and turns to look at Emma, "And you as well... If you see your security friend again tell her I said hello." as he remembered who she was with last time.

He turned and sighed as it was back to work for him, his downtime getting smaller and smaller it seemed as he didn't want to go, but needed to if he was going to be where he needed to be in time. He made his way back to the door, "And remember... Who knows who brought the cookies.. It is a mystery... e..e..e" he ecchos as he walks out the door way with a grin making his own voice lighter each time as if he were getting further away even though it was just a step away. Though he had a smile on his face as he started to float away happy to see things going well at the school/

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would laugh over at Sharon, "I suppose that you'll get more cookies next time. I'm sure there will be quite a few around here for the next few days." Watching as Franklin would depart then as she would turn her attention back to Sharon. "Your foraging seems to have gone rather well. You have the most unique wardrobe, Sharon. Do you think that you'll keep it for awhile or decide that you want to move on?"

Emma's tone is fond of the younger girl. And well aware of Sharon's extreme intelligence and inquisitiveness. "And have you foundother interesting things while you're here at the Institute?"

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith gave a light huff as her very simple ruse failed. "Next time" she agreed, showing her teeth in a half-grin. It wasn't an entirely awkward or alien expression, since she'd had spent a number of years observing. She looked down at her outfit "Maybe something new tomorrow." she speculated, glancing off in the general direction of the laundry room.

She met Emma's gaze after the last question, her blue eyes staring back intently. "Classes." she stated, thinking that was the expected answer. She nestled both hands back into her single mitten.

Emma Frost has posed:
Emma Frost would smile, "Yes, next time." Emma would finish off her wine. Watching over at Sharon gently, evaluating her. A light smile as she would get an indication. "I see. So are there any particular classes that you find interesting, Sharon?" Taking advantage of the time that the girl was willing to talk before she wandered off to scheme her next cookie scam.

Sharon Smith has posed:
Sharon Smith 's attention flicked quickly toward the window. She licked her lips and smiled back at Emma. "Yes" she proudly answered, but didn't elaborate. Instead, she slowly shrunk into a pile of clothes. A pile that housed a familiar black cat, who sprang free of the mess and darted off for whatever it was that had caught her interest.